The First Tyrant of Daxia

Murong Shunhua rolled her eyes at him in annoyance and punched him lightly with her fist: "You are so dishonest all day long, I am talking to you seriously."

"Okay, since my beloved concubine wants to go, I will go shopping with you."

Qin Yun put his arm around Murong Shunhua's shoulders with a smile, and the two of them left the tent in a clear voice.

Of course, Sekhmet knew that Qin Yun wanted to visit the tribe, so he naturally did not forget to send a guide to Qin Yun.

The Tibetan Tiger Tribe is not big, but it is also small. There are hundreds of tribes of all sizes gathered together, and most of them live in the mountains.

Qin Yun and Murong Shunhua, walking among them with Daxia faces, looked particularly eye-catching, attracting many people from the Tibetan Tiger Tribe to look back.

After all, everyone knows that Daxia's army is stationed here, but Daxia's soldiers are bound by military orders and are not allowed to leave the camp.

Therefore, those who are showing off outside at this time must be the big shots of Daxia.

Although Qin Yun led the Elephant Army to massacre the Tibetan Tiger Army last time, most people had never seen Qin Yun's true face, so few people recognized him at this time.

As he was walking, Qin Yun's attention was suddenly attracted by a stall on the roadside.

He brought Murong Shunhua to the stall, squatted down, and picked up a piece of sheepskin from the stall.

After looking at it for a while, he asked in his half-baked Ptolemaic Mandarin: "Little guy, what is this?"

The boy who was watching over the stall was a skinny boy. When he heard Qin Yun's question, he first looked up with a timid expression, then whispered, "This, this is a map."

"Map?" Qin Yun narrowed his eyes. The pattern drawn on it was different from every map he had seen before.

Before setting out on the expedition, he had carefully studied the British maps, and found that no place on them matched his own.

But if you look closely, you can find some overlaps with Britain on the edge of the map.

Qin Yun couldn't help but become curious. Could it be that the map in his hand had incomplete parts?

"I want it. How much is it?"

Qin Yun thought about it and decided to pay for it.

The little guy looked at Qin Yun and timidly stretched out his two hands.

But he seemed to think that the price he quoted was too high, and he withdrew his hand.

Qin Yun was puzzled, and turned to ask the guide: "An Sangji, what does he mean?"

Ansangji is the name of the guide that Sekhmet sent to Qin Yun.

With a flattering smile on his face, he said enthusiastically, "Your Majesty, this means five animal skins."

"Five animal skins?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows. "That's a high price."

Because the Tibetan Tiger Tribe has lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years, they rarely trade with the outside world. The only trading market is to trade with people in Ptolemy.

So apart from using Ptolemy's currency, most of the time it was still in the barter stage.

Qin Yun learned that the price of ordinary items in the Tibetan Tiger Tribe would not exceed three animal skins, because even hunters with particularly good skills could not guarantee that they would be able to catch prey every day.

As for the value of the animal skin, it is divided according to the type of prey.

The most expensive thing is naturally tiger skin, but because of the existence of the Tibetan Tiger Army, there are very few tiger skins on the market, which is a bit taboo.

The most commonly used skins are wolf skin or wild boar skin.

Five wild boar skins are basically enough for a family to eat and drink for nearly half a month.

"This, this is what my father left behind. He, he spent a lot of time drawing it..."

Seeing Qin Yun hesitate, the little guy quickly explained why he had priced this thing so high.

After hearing this, Qin Yun suddenly became interested: "Then where is this map from?"

"I, I don't know either!" the little guy said timidly, seeming to be very afraid of Qin Yun.

After thinking for a while, Qin Yun winked at An Sangji, who immediately understood and asked someone to bring five animal skins.

"Little guy, I want the stuff, you take the hide."

Qin Yun grabbed the parchment and stuffed it into his arms. Although he didn't know what this thing was used for, he felt that it might be of some use to him.

After taking Murong Shunhua for two more rounds and finding nothing new, he prepared to leave.

When passing by a house, Qin Yun suddenly frowned.

It is called a house, but in fact it is just a wooden frame built on top of a cave. The cave at the back is used to store food, and the wooden house in the front is used for living.

The little guy who had just sold something to him was now lying on the ground with a bruised face and nose, obviously having been severely beaten.

But his face was full of a look of unwillingness to admit defeat. He got up and rushed into the house in front of him again.

Soon, there was a burst of cursing from the room, followed by the sound of fighting.

boom!

Then, the little guy was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground, with injuries even worse than before.

Qin Yun's face darkened slightly, and he waved his hand: "An Sangji, go and see what's going on."

An Sangji nodded and strode towards the house, while Qin Yun followed him.

Arriving at the side of the house, Qin Yun did not go in, but just stood to the side, just able to see the situation inside.

An Sangji stepped forward, asked the little guy a few questions, and quickly returned to Qin Yun's side.

"Your Majesty, the little fellow's name is Kahali. This is a pharmacy. He brought animal skins to exchange for medicine, but the owner took his skins and said there was something wrong with the skins, so he refused to give him medicine."

Qin Yun frowned immediately: "Does this happen in your tribe?"

He originally thought that the people in the tribe should be more simple and honest.

Ansangji smiled awkwardly and said, "Your Majesty, you don't know that this kind of situation is not uncommon in this tribe. Although we live together, not all of us are from the same tribe."

Qin Yun immediately understood that due to the special circumstances of the Zanghu tribe, people from many different tribes lived together.

If it were not for the external pressure from the Ptolemaic dynasty, they would have been the first to start a war.

After thinking for a while, Qin Yun whispered, "Go help that little guy and ask the store owner to hand over the medicine."

Ansanji nodded, then went to Kahali, helped him up, said a few words, and took him to the pharmacy.

Although it is called a pharmacy, it is actually very simple. After all, there is no medical heritage here. They simply collect herbs from the mountains and sell them in the house.

Qin Yun still didn't go in, but just stood outside the house.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only a few tables placed in a haphazard manner, on which were placed various kinds of herbs, all of which had not been processed.

When Ansanji entered, the man behind the table was putting the animal skins at the back.

"Ansanji? What are you doing here?"

When the man saw Ansangji, he threw the animal skin behind him and said with a stern look.